Perfect painted pastries
Two feet crowded streets
And I can acknowledge
21st century happiness.

Red traffic lights
Bringing humans together
Perfectly unknown pairs of people
Mirroring perfectly the dream, like
Fairytale cities, like dvd copies.

And you can buy more happiness
With your happiness coins
Because everything is possible
As long as you can double the price
Your smile will be on top.

Higher views
Better tables
The biggest investment
And all you can decide.
With your landlord wishes

Don't worry about the pitiful
That live in the suburbs
And "happy" with their jobs.
We can buy champagne
And live like Charlesmagne.

And what about animal justice
That are served in such nice cans
And look so perfect in our golden painted shelves.

And if we are bored
Another city is growing for us to buy
Another country
Another p...
Ah!

There will be no more of us
In a few years,
Shall we spend all that we can
Living like kings and queens?
Seems such a good plan
Not caring about the rest

And when the **** will hit the fan
We will have our fast planes to
Fly away.
And maybe be in a paradise island
Where everything is perfect!

Just as we like!

My aunt was pretty,
More than she is now.
She had vivid eyes
And a witty look.

One day she took me home,
Walking down the road.
I was five, and she, thirty-five,
And she gave me the safer side
While she held my hand.

Judging by the years gone by,
That aunt is not the same.
But she still has that look—
Those black button eyes.

Funny to the bone,
Until I crack and smile.
She still makes me feel alive,
And she sits like she’s five.

...Straight and lit,
Ready for the next move.
That’s why I wonder why—
If time could be just a lie.

As such does the smile
Not knowing who wears it
The flowers will grow

When I was young
I was little
Could not see much further.

I could dream
Speculate,
And walk over branches.

Not everything went as I wanted
Things got a little strange sometimes.
But I would find different things
To grasp and adjust to them.

Danger was there always.

I looked at you in a gentle way
You had an open confident Smile
But I could not even hi say

Later we got to connect
In a very precious day.
Hard to find words to reflect.

That was funny we had to meet
A few years later
And it was really sweet

But I was younger
And saw things different.
Could not know how to keep
The best version.

I guess we don't know how to see
The best Things, the best way
So If I go back to the top of that tree
Where my childhood often sees
The best to come, a hope in me
I think I want to stay.

To all who follow
More than is needed,
To the one who heeds
The silent whispers
Trust with your heart.

Leave dusty roads
Where you often meet.
Take your own path
When crossroads greet.

And if you are lost
And secluded
Retreat
And rally
Back on your feet.

To where my eyes travel
I see the old contemporary
But over the heels of history
Hills of mistery
Full of gravel.

That's hard to unravel
All this blurred atmosphere.

We can't chase after the sun
But we can meet over a dune,
Having soft strolls of fun
And kissing with lips attuned.

Are we getting so old,
That time is so bold
That can't jump of the beat?

In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm